Some Weak

You were defeated crossing names from some book
A simple task to perform but ill regret
You were beaten down by higher men and bigger hands
Those silky limbs with thorns stuck in
I'd carry cuts and scratches deep
If arms bore I not that shook so weak
If brows wore I not that sweat so oft
Hedges to trim from previous occupants child
Fences to paint white over stains living wild
I'd labor day night and eve for thee
If legs had I not that carry so slow
If hands owned I not that grip so loose
And let slip all away
To higher men and bigger hands

*original creation date: 9/12/2007